Zhi Wan pulled her cousin's lapels apart slightly, revealing the pale, firm muscle beneath. Only then did she sit down at the table, satisfied, pick up a brush, and begin to paint a portrait of her cousin reclining.
At his cousin's request, Lu Zhan lay on his side on the bed, propping his head up with one hand.
He was a little uncomfortable at first, but after a short while, drowsiness washed over him, and he actually fell asleep just like that.
Only after Zhi Wan finished painting did she realize her cousin had fallen asleep.
Looking at the sight of her sleeping cousin, she paused. A bold idea formed in her mind.
So, she tiptoed over and untied the sash of his inner robe.
Just as she successfully slipped off her cousin's inner robe and was about to reach for his pants, a man's hand suddenly caught hers.
She looked up, stunned, only to meet her cousin's eyes, which held a look that was not quite a smile.
"What are you doing, cousin?"
